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I’ve had a pretty big awakening recently. I went to Warrior Week and got my world rocked. It was the hardest, most challenging thing I’ve ever done but also the most rewarding.
I saw my life in a whole new way and found depths in myself that I didn’t know existed.
One of the biggest things I realized is that I’ve never really stood up and fought for anything, ever. I let people run over me constantly and then justify it by claiming that I’m “taking the high road” or some crap like that.
I’ve let business partners run over me. I’ve let customers run over me. I’ve let friends and relatives do the same. I always justified it by “being the nice guy” or some pussified nonsense like that.
As men, we used to have a right of passage. You became a “man” by going on the first hunt or going to a battle of some sort. These days we have nothing like that. At best we go to college and get a degree and then our earning power is the right of passage.
It’s turned our nation and lots of the world into a giant pool of weak-kneed panzies. If your earning power is strong enough you get to indulge in a “mid-life crisis” once you get over 40 and realize all the crap we’ve been led to believe is just that, crap.
That means 40+ years of going down the wrong path and wasting a shitload of your life. All because you were never taught to be a man. Even worse, unwinding all that programming is damn near impossible without some massive amount of getting your ass kicked.
We are taught to believe that being a man and fighting the righteous fight is somehow wrong and that you should be nice. If you do stand up and state your truth then you are called rude or mean or an asshole. Its because our modern world has pushed every man’s inner warrior down into a tiny small space and is told to keep him quiet.
Well FUCK THAT. That’s about a 100 ton load of HORSESHIT.
Because of this we have bullshit wars, fucked up financial systems, corrupt politicians and so many laws is disgusting. Even the simple act of spitting is against the law. It’s gotten way out of fucking control and it’s time for the warriors inside of all men to fucking rise up and stop being hidden.
I did this video a couple days ago as an update for my company and it’s rocked my team and my customer base. Most are fired up and see the truth and power in it. Some got scared shitless and thought I was being mean to them and thought I should be turned into the FTC.
Here’s the video:
It’s amazing what happens when you step into your power and REALLY awaken the warrior inside you. You immediately will trigger other’s fears and insecurities. The weakest see that as a threat and try to hide behind whatever bullshit mechanism than can find, like the FTC. Man I’d LOVE to see the FTC staff watching that video! Haha!
So here’s the message; Stand the fuck up and stopping being a bunch of damned wimps. Standing up for yourself is not wrong, or mean nor does it make you an asshole. It means you are a man.
And don’t get me wrong. I’ve been fight training in Muay Thai kickboxing since 2008 so I damn well know how to fight. I’ve been in enough bar fights to know I can handle myself pretty well. That’s NOT what I’m talking about.
I’m talking about fighting for:
Body: Fight for your fucking health because you get one shot and that’s it. Health is key. I’ve fucked this up for 45 years.
Being: Fight for your spiritual being because being grounded in that brings peace and calm. Being a warrior doesn’t mean being at war all the time. It means being true to who you are and standing up for that. Being grounded spiritual balances all that out. It’s a MUST.
Balance: How’s your home life? Your relationship with your spouse? Your kids? Your legacy? That’s WAY important to fight for. Most strong businessmen have disastrous home lives because they don’t fight for it. Stop being a wimp and treat your spouse like a queen and your life will change.
Business: This is where I’ve been both a warrior and a wimp at that same time. You have to fight for your business. You should treat it as war, not a hobby.
It’s a VERY rare man that really has all four of those areas dialed in and STRONG. Well you just met one, me. And I’m not taking any shit any longer. I’m standing in my power and owning it.
One of the symptoms of not standing in your power is self-deprecating humor. We have been programmed to make fun of ourselves and to call ourselves by really dis-empowering names to get a laugh. But that shit doesn’t serve you or me or anyone else. Yeah it’s funny but it’s also a silent tool to neuter yourself.
That’s because your unconscious mind believes and acts on every message fed to it, especially those messages coming from YOU. So you can laugh all you want but that self-deprecating humor is turning you into a woman, and a weak one at that. Women, your self-talk matters too so don’t think you are off the hook.
I’ve been the worst at this for YEARS. Just look at the name of my main blog, The Marketing Moron. I thought it was cute and funny and I thought making fun of myself would endear the marketplace to me.
What a bunch of weak-assed shit!
I’m not a fucking moron, far from it. I’m a smart mother fucker and I know marketing better than an extremely large majority of the world. So I’m stepping into that power and OWNING IT!
So from now on, this site is basically dead. I’m killing it and sending it to pansy hell. I’ll keep it here for SEO purposes but that’s it. So this is my last post on this site.
From now on, my blog will be located at MattTrainer.com because that’s who the fuck I am.
I hope you join me on my journey to escape pansy land.
That’s it for now. Get your ENTIRE life in check or you will lose it.
So there I was, staring at the gun. It was pointed at my face.
“How rude!” I thought to myself. But inside I was shaking with fear.
“This is really gonna hurt,” I heard myself say.
The guy holding the gun just laughed.
Wow, not good.
I gotta get out of here.
———Fast forward three years———>
My life has been a whirlwind in the last three years.
– Major mid-life crisis. Check.
– Divorce. Check.
– Nearly completely destroyed business. Check.
– Depression and suicidal. Check.
– Gratitude, finding and loving myself, new awesome relationship, exploding business, awesome life…
Check, check and check.
Yep it’s been a wild and awesome ride.
As I look back on the day when the gun was pointed my face, I see a major missed opportunity.
But if I didn’t have the last three crazy years I wouldn’t have even seen that day as pivotal.
“Wait, what? A gun shoved in your face isn’t pivotal?”
I know I hear you. Seems like it should be.
But at the time it just wasn’t. I was so engulfed in self-hatred at the time I couldn’t see incredible things right in front of me. I was living in a serious mental fog.
That day was pivotal because that was the day I decided to launch my own secret society.
I’ve studied secret societies for most of my life. It all started when I was a very young. My dad gave me a book titled “None Dare Call It Conspiracy.” I was immeditately hooked and since that time I’ve studied all these “secret societies” in extreme depth.
From that time forward I’ve hated how those secret societies and the REAL one-percenters run the world at our expense.
But then three years ago I had a brilliant plan. Why not start my own?
My good friend Doug Allen and I concocted the whole thing. It was an amazing plan…until…
…I lost my freakin’ mind and went off the deep end.
But now I’m back and better than ever and I’m launching that secret society now!
This society is called “The Automati.” (Guess its not secret anymore. Damn.)
You’ll hear a lot more about it in the coming days and how you can join.
Matt “Illuminati Copier” Trainer
P.S. OK this is the “PS” part of the post where I give sidebar comments. I can’t think of anything today but I did find this cool video.
Really brings back old memories… 🙂
Yes the gun story is true.
The rest of that story coming in next email…
Yep this is completely stupid.
Maybe one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done.
But it was fun and still makes me laugh.
Matt “Your Name Here” Trainer
P.S. Ah screw it, my ass is too sore to think of something clever to add to the P.S.